Lyrical Breakdown of Life After Death (Intro) - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Life After Death (Intro) - 2005 Remaster" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Life After Death (Intro) - 2005 Remaster" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Previously, on Ready to Die ... me and her sister had somethin goin on (Ayo, would you listen to me motherfucker?) I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo c'mon nigga, cut that) I'm sick of niggas lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkin (Ayo, yoyo Big, ayo chill) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin *gunshot* *Life After Death piano and music comes in* *Heartbeat slows, sound of ambulence sirens* *Sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine* Damn... we was spose to rule the world baby We was unstoppable! The shit can't be over, no The shit can't be over man I know you hear me nigga I know you hear me You got too much livin to do Too much unfinished business It ain't over *Flatline*